the old songs fates are nostalgic
never euphoria can catch it
the deep purple is now more mystic
my love playing an enigmatic flute,
i go through the much known pages
so many times it bitter me the lost path
autumnal clouds are no more cloud nine
the way I find too far above,
the real divine song,
a little bit invisible -
the way of peace,
the ultimate way of freedom -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pristine piece of art. I like it very much.